I got you a present. I told you, you can't give me money. Even...
Mark: I got you a present.
Callie: I told you, you can't give me money. Even if you are a fancy plastic surgeon. I am not your charity case. I am not your mistress. I am your friend, your equal. So...
Mark: It's not money.
Callie: Oh really? 'Cause I was just doing the poor but proud thing for show before I accepted your government cheese.
Mark: It's better than money. Wait. She fell out of a tree and broke all her limbs.
Callie: Oh, that is better.